With a cold snort, Demon King Ao ignored Tiangou, turned to look at the demonic beast youth, and bowed deeply. "Greetings, Lord Pixiu."
"You know me?" The young demonic beast was slightly stunned.
"I was lucky enough to see the image of Lord Pixiu," Demon King Ao said. "My surname, Ao, was bestowed by your father."
The demonic beast youth, who was also known as Pixiu, nodded slightly and didn't mind. He was just a flood dragon with some true dragon bloodline. He really didn't take him seriously.
Even though the other party was the so-called number one Demon King of the Demon Realm, in the eyes of the Pixiu, he was nothing.
"Ao Jiao, right?" Pixiu said.
"Lord Pixiu, you can call me Little Jiao." Demon King Ao's attitude was extremely humble.
Tiangou, He Yuan, and the other Demon Kings felt nauseous. Was this the Demon King Ao they knew?
How could he be so shameless?
